tushanshu | video; fanfic narration. because he can.

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video; fanfic narration. because he can.

[OOC: Warning for some smuttiness! I will avoid explicit stuff, and replies should likewise avoid explicit stuff, but there is absolutely smuttiness going on.]

[Zelos will be honest -- he didn't really know what to think of the fanfiction at the Foreigner Festival when he first realised what it was, and he hasn't gone out of his way to find any more since. There's something about the idea of someone narrating his life that doesn't sit well with him.

But then. But then.

He gets his hands on these.

When the camera turns on, Keeliai gets treated to one of Zelos's smarmiest grins. He's holding a book -- or a paper document that does its best to pass for a book, anyway -- and he waves it at the screen.]

Hello there, all my beautiful hunnies! I have a special treat for everyone today. You know those stories people write about us? [He waves the papers some more.] I hit the jackpot! You'll never guess what I found.

[Some people can maybe guess.]

Hang on, I'm going to read out the best part. If anyone knows who 'Inaev Morenth' is, by the way, I'm happy to pay you to tell me. Okay, so here we go! This one's called The Hot Dust.

[And Zelos clears his throat, repositions the papers, and... proceeds to narrate what is unmistakeably, from the very first word, smut. Perhaps mercifully, people can turn off their consoles whenever they want.]

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[Kratos's face is attempting to do several things at once. Horror, distaste, and -- yes -- amusement are among them. Most of it is hidden when he facepalms quite literally.]

If you do, please leave that between the two of you.

[Why this.]

[That was a fun and delicious combination of emotions to elicit. Devin wishes he could record that for posterity.]

Suffice it to say you'll be spared anything but imagining my methodology, unless he's a fan of retelling his own exploits as well as narrating. That you'll have to take up with him, however.

You've already given me ample opportunity to imagine that, I assure you.

[And he's declined. His face, mercifully, is settling back to its neutral state, save an air of exasperated amusement.]

At least if the two of you are busy with each other, you won't be inflicting yourselves upon the rest of us.

[It's a tease, really.]

[That earlier contrition at the festival, while still very much felt, is nowhere to be seen now.]

I suppose I have, haven't I?

[Devin recognizes the teasing, but the comment stings for reasons that have nothing to do with this topic, and his expression remains unchanged.]

Yes, I'd be doing everyone a public service at that rate.

[Hmm. That's an interesting utter lack of reaction, there.]

From what you've said, those are your chosen occupation.

[He's thinking of protecting people from vampires, really.]

Zelos is not exactly a problem that demands my brand of pest control, for which I believe we can all be very thankful. I have, however, been told to find some way to contribute, so I'll manage, one way or another.

[Vampire hunting was an oddly public/private service, honestly. A shadow occupation, if a critical one. He's really hoping Kratos isn't taking a genuine interest here.]

I've been told something similar.

[Or rather, to 'branch out and do something new', and so forth. ... This is new. Enough. Reaching out to someone whom he so embarrassed is new.]

Perhaps you can branch into other brands of pest control.

[Dryly.]

[Raine's been busy.]

I did join the police force in an effort to locate the cultists, the wily buggers.

[His lack of success rankles, and that he's willing enough to show without much adjustment. People have died. Kratos already knows who Devin defends.]

Much as I would prefer to not be here, I have, in fact, managed to occupy most of my time in a useful manner.

[Possibly too much of his time, but Devin doesn't really know what fun is for.]

An interesting thought, for an essential mercenary.

[It'd be like joining the castle guard. Some mercenaries did, but it rather changed the nature of the title.]

Useful by whose standards?

[People tend to have feelings about productive use of time. Or so Kratos has discovered, from Raine and Zelos and Pepper.]

[How did they get on this topic? He's not liking where this is going.]

Mercenaries get paid by someone. I'm not for hire, where I come from.

[Well, he could be, but that wasn't how he operated. Fewer strings and paper trails.]

Mine.

[Essential, Devin. Essential.]

What would you call yourself?

[Freelancer, perhaps? Hmm. Kratos lifts a shoulder briefly.]

Be prepared for whoever suggested your contribution to have some feelings about that.

[He would have thought it was only something people from his world did, if not for Pepper and some things he's seen on the network. Not realised: that he is perhaps already filling that function.]

A hunter. It's the most apt.

[It differentiates them, doesn't hide what they're doing. It's not as detached as being a pure mercenary, in his opinion.]

She didn't make it a requirement of me, and even if she did, it's not as though I care. It's been half a century since I followed orders.

[And that was largely because he had to, but it had been easy. Soldier fit well on him.]

['She'. Kratos pauses. He can think of at least two women who could fit that description. Kratos's head tips.]

But you care enough to make the effort, in any case.

[He is well-versed in the arte of hearing what hasn't been said. Yuan also speaks in subtext.]

It's more a matter of coincidence. I'd get bored if I sat around doing nothing.

[Even those times when he was alone it the mansion, he occupied time either with reading or practicing or planning the next mission. Here, his focus has had to shift somewhat.

And Kratos is right, though Devin won't admit it out loud. He won't sit idly by when there's something he can do to protect people.]

Of course.

[It's said in the matter-of-fact way of someone responding to what's left unsaid. Dryly:]

Should I be asking what else you do to alleviate your boredom?

Reading, for the most part. Learning kedanese. Memorizing the city layout, and as much in three dimensions as possible - rooftops, primarily.

[And... that's about it, outside of work. And memorizing the layout was definitely work-adjacent.]

Stargazing.

[There's the implication of a smile in his face. That had been both incredibly awkward and not, at the time. Which is perhaps actually relevant.]

I found a kedanese cartographer who's worked with constellations before. She has some beautiful maps of the sky.

[Devin is immediately a little suspicious of the turn of this conversation, given that he was still using Kratos for entertainment at that time. This feels like it's leading to something and he's not sure he likes that, but he carefully keeps his expression the same as before.]

She must be tenacious, given how the turtle doesn't remain stationary for very long. I take it you've continued craning your neck at the sky, then?

I didn't say all of them are accurate. It's something of a family project, it seems; they've been trying to track the stars for generations.

[He tips his head.]

Yes, I have. Would you like a copy of the map she sold me? Or was the stargazing just an excuse, in truth?

An interesting choice for a family business, but quite unique.

[Devin takes less than a second to decide whether or not to lie, and the rest of the second to decide whether or not to make the channel private.]

I do have a telescope in my home world. Nothing spectacular, but it pays to remain mostly nocturnal there, and it seemed a fitting way to fill the hours.

[Not to mention some of his favorite books as he grew up and taught himself things were written by astronomers and philosophers who looked to the stars and dared to wonder.]

[Kratos notices Devin volunteering personal details and not answering the question about the map. What's the difference there? He has to wonder.]

A logical hobby, given your circumstances. Is there a reason why you wouldn't want a copy of the stars here?

[It's possible he feels it's 'cheating', but then, why not say that from the off?]

[Amateur astronomy was simply a tactic to pass time when he wasn't killing people, and a way to maintain his sleep schedule. Accepting the idea of something that might, in some lights, be considered a gift is ironically much more difficult.

It's possible he pauses a moment too long before answering.]

None that immediately come to mind, other than you haven't told me where to find this mapmaker yet.

[There, if he can buy it himself, it's just a good tip and not a problem.]

[Faintly amused.]

I already have one. The gald I had on me when I arrived is rather more than most things here are worth, so she gave me more than one for the price.

[He'd learned early on how rare metals were, on the turtle's back.]

[How inconvenient.]

And I suppose you won't let me buy it off you, will you.

[It's half-observation, half-question, and Devin sounds faintly chagrined.]

[Uh huh. Another head-tip.]

Is it so difficult to accept a gift?

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